The new Doctor collapsed to his knees, clutching his head and withering in pain. "What's happening?" He cried. "But one day we will get back. Yes, one day…." He said in a voice that was entirely unfamiliar to Rose, yet didn't feel like a stranger's at all. He cried out in pain before saying, "I've reversed the polarity of the neutron flow," In another strange yet familiar voice.
Rose approached him slowly, feeling the Doctor just behind her.
"The Flesh is struggling to cope with our past regenerations," He explained, and when Rose glanced at him over her shoulder he was looking at his ganger with sympathy. "Hold on." He told him.
Rose turned back toward the ganger in time to see him bolt upward, stick straight, palm extended toward her. "Would you like a jelly baby?" He asked in another odd voice. He then gripped his head. "Why?" He pleaded in his current voice.
"It's alright, you can manage." She tried to sooth.
She touched his arm, and he straightened again, this time with condescending smirk. "I love humans, always seeing patterns in things that aren't there." He said in the smooth voice of his eighth self. He thrashed about a bit, then shot forward and cupped her cheek. "Fantastic." He said with that wonderful, Northern tone she'd fallen for only to have it gone a moment later when he brightened up and said, "Hello, I'm the Doctor!" In his last voice.
"Hold on, hold on, you can stabilize." The Doctor behind her encouraged, and the ganger dropped his hand to her shoulder and squeezed.
"I've reversed … the jelly baby … of the neutron flow." He whimpered in pain, and Rose shoved his hand off her to simply hold him as tight as she could.
"Come back to me, my Doctor." She soothed quietly. "You can come back to me, I know you can."
He squeezed her tightly, his grip nearly crushing her. Her chest was a bit too constricted, and it crossed her mind that he might actually break her ribs or cut off her air supply.
"Doctor, we need you." Amy said behind her, much closer than she had been before. "The gangers aren't trying to get in any more, and we need a plan."
The whimpers and the grip of the Doctor in Rose's arms eased, and she felt the wave of relief from her husband a moment later. Or, she assumed it was her husband. Searching her mind, she realized she had one mental signature paired with her own, but the tingle of another trying to get in.
"Hello," She heard next to her ear, the ganger Doctor's lips brushing against it.
"Cybermats." The Doctor behind her said.
"Doctor!" Amy protested.
"Do we have time for this?" The Doctor in her arms pulled back, gripping her waist still as he looked up at the Doctor behind her. That tingle in her mind disappeared.
"We make time. I'd like more proof that you're me. Cybermats?" The Doctor demanded firmly.
Sighing, the ganger Doctor got to his feet and helped Rose to hers as he replied. "Created by the Cybermen. The kill by feeding off brain waves."
Rose stepped away from him just a bit, placing herself almost exactly between the two Doctors. She noted Amy running toward Buzzer and Jimmy, thought she heard the word "gun" from the ginger, but chose to ignore it for now.
"We met our wife …?" The Doctor with borrowed boots asked.
"Basement of Hendricks. We were about to blow it up but found a human signature on the scanner." The ganger replied.
There was a pounding on the door, and Rose turned to see the crew backing away while arming themselves with things they could bludgeon with.
"Rory and Amy may not trust both of us."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Inevitably."
At this, Rose turned to see the two Doctors standing side by side wearing the same chummy grin as they talked to one another.
"I'm glad we're on the same …."
"Wavelength. You see, great minds."
"Exactly. So what's the plan?"
"Save them all, humans and gangers."
"Sounds wonderful."
"Is that what you were thinking?"
"It's just so inspiring to hear me say it."
"I know."
"Remember that fantasy I had about two Doctor's getting along?" Rose asked, folding her arms and looking to each of them as they looked at her with complete captivation. "Take it back, 's a bit much."
"Oi, Rose Tyler, never too much of a good thing." The Doctor in borrowed shoes said, equally as affronted as his duplicate.
"Especially such a charming, handsome thing." The ganger added, straightening his bow tie.
"Imagine how terrible it would have been if the meta crisis had stuck around."
"Two of that version, ugh." The Ganger grimaced.
"Least the two of you weren't so instantly in tune." She countered.
They both tried to duplicate that former click and wink from their previous body and both failed to make it as charming.
"Doctor, we need you. Come on!" Amy insisted, avoiding eye contact with both of them. She focused on something near the ground, eyes darting back and forth in short movements that neither Doctor seemed to notice.
"So, what now, Doctor?" The ganger asked, all too pleased with himself.
"Well, time to get cracking, Doctor," The Doctor replied, ribbing his double. In sync, they moved toward the crew.
"Hello, sorry," They said together, making the miners instantly uncomfortable and utterly confused.
"But we had to establish a few …."
"Ground rules."
"Formulate a …."
"Protocol."
"Protocol, very posh."
"A protocol between us, otherwise …."
"It gets horribly embarrassing."
"Must say," Rose imputed. "Really not enjoying this."
"Having someone impersonate your husband?" Amy asked, holding her side like she was uncomfortable.
"More like the annoying way they're finishing one another's sentences. Can think of a good many uses for two of him, but the ego is suffocating in here." Both Doctors' ears turned red. Satisfied with their mutual embarrassment, Rose turned to the crew. "You lot are gonna have to put down your weapons. Eventually you're gonna have to work out how to live your lives with your gangers in them."
"Sorry, would you like a memo from the last meeting? They're trying to kill us." Cleaves retorted.
Rose shot her a glare. "I have no patience, tolerance, or respect for you. Had you actually had half a brain you'd realize the only reason we are in this situation is 'cause of you. Shot first, didn't intend to ask, and now 'cause of you, your crew is in danger. Great leader, you are. Knew a mad man with a murderous streak that had more respect for life than you." Rose spat before turning her attention back to the others. "Imagine we can talk through it with them once we meet up, but first, we need a safe way out."
"Pretty sure we're trapped." Amy said with an air of sarcasm.
"I don't think so," One of the Doctors said as he came toward them, eyes focused on a pipe running along the ceiling. "The Flesh bowl is fed by cabling from above." He pointed it out, drawing the crew's attention to it.
"But where are the earthing conduits? The other one asked, looking down below.
"All this piping must go down into a tunnel, or a shaft, or something?" The first one thought out load, looking about before pausing and putting his hands in the air in victory. "Yowza! An escape route." He said, moving to a panel on the side of the wall. He pulled it off, revealing a grate to a tunnel big enough for the lot of them to climb through.
Amy looked to Rose. "Yowza?" She mouthed. Rose shook her head with a shrug.
"You know, I'm starting to get a sense of just how impressive it is to hang out with me." The Doctor said as he removed the grate.
"Been doing it for more than a century. Not that impressive." Rose countered, earning a snicker from Amy.
The Doctor turned a frown to her before looking at his duplicate. "Is it just me or is she …?"
"A bit tetchy, yes." The Doctor nearest her turned her around and held her cheek in one hand, her waist in the other. The tingle returned. "We'll get better, promise. Try not to be so …."
"Overwhelming." The other Doctor offered.
"Yes, that." The one before her stroked her cheek with his thumb. "And … do we tend to say 'yowza'?"
Rose couldn't help but chuckle as the other one said, "We're under stress, okay?"
"You got our escape route sorted, there, Love?" She asked.
"Yes. If you all don't mind filing in through here, we can make our way to the next safest area." He said, adjusting his jacket.
"What about Rory and Jen? They're both out there." Amy asked before anyone could move.
"Takes a long time to find someone in a maze. I bet you lot have computers." The Doctor standing by the escape route said.
"If we can get power running, we can scan for them." Cleaves nodded. "The Evac tower will have what we need. From there we can also contact the mainland, get a recon team out here."
"We still need to worry about the acid, and the inevitable result the acid mixing with all this old stone will cause." The Doctor by the escape route pointed out.
"Which is?" Jimmy asked.
"Asphyxiant miasme. Chokey gas. We move, might not affect you humans so much." The Doctor at Rose's side said.
"Brilliant, you keep telling me to breathe," Amy said, eyes focused on the Doctor by the door.
"Very important." He said to her.
"And now …."
"We to need move fast." Rose said, punctuated by a load bang on the door. "That's our cue." She said.
Without needing to be told, the crew and Amy began to file inside the small tunnel, Rose and her Doctors following behind. No sooner was the grate back in place did she hear the distinct sound of the barricade giving way. She didn't look back to see if the gangers spotted them.
~DWDWDW~
As soon as they'd made it to the tower, the two Doctors immediately got to work on the power supply at the control console. Rose moved to stand and lean on the wall at the back of the room, watching the pair of them as they handed the sonic back and forth to work off the panels and sort wires.
"Can you really get the power back?" Cleaves asked as she paced the room a healthy distance away from Rose. She made sure to stand on the other side of the console, never making eye contact and barely looking in Rose's direction as it was.
"Oh there's always power floating around." The Doctor with black shoes said as he popped his head over the console.
As he ducked down, the Doctor with brown boots handed his copy the screwdriver as he popped up to give his two cents as well.
"Sticking to the wires like bits of lint." He said, gesturing about.
"Can you stop finishing each other's…." Amy started, sounding more than a bit irritated.
She became visibly so when the other Doctor popped his head up as well. "Sentences?" They said in sync.
"Yes." The Doctor with black shoes said.
"Will try." Said the one in brown.
"How can you take it?" Amy asked Rose as both Doctors ducked down.
Rose shrugged. "Not the first time I've had to deal with two of them."
"Yeah, but, that was different. They were different versions, this isn't. They can't both be real."
"We are." Protested the ganger Doctor as he popped up. "I'm the Doctor."
"And so am I." The original popped up and confronted Amy with his twin. "We both contain the knowledge of over a thousand years of memory and experience."
"We both wear the same bow-tie." The twin Doctor added. "Which is cool, because bow ties are."
"And always will be." The original assured.
Rose kept quiet on that one. After all, leather jackets were all the rage once, and then it was trainers with suits. For all she knew, his next life would have a penchant for socks with sandals.
"But how did the Flesh read you? Because you weren't linked up to it." Amy asked, and Cleaves ceased her pacing and did very little to conceal how interested she was with this bit of information.
"Well, it must've been after I examined it." The Doctor explained, and Rose felt his bashful guilt through their bond as he confessed a half truth. She also caught a glimpse in his mind of how he soniced the vat of Flesh after the storm to encourage his copy. "Then, a new, genuine Doctor was created." He said with ease.
"Ta-da!" The copy said.
"No getting away from it." Amy shook her head. "One of you was here first. One of you is bonded to Rose. If one of you dies …."
"Then I will be heart broken either way." Rose cut her off, not trusting some in the room with the secret of her long life and link to the Doctor. "He's my husband, Amy, I love every him."
"But there is a difference." Amy said insistently.
"Well, okay, yes," The actual Time Lord said as Rose got down to help her husbands work on the console as they both seemed pre-occupied with Amy's fixation. "After the Flesh scanned me I had an accident with a puddle of acid. Now, new shoes. A situation which did not confront me learned self."
"That satisfy you, Pond?" The copy asked.
"Don't call me Pond, please." She asked, not entirely rude but enough to sting.
Rose glanced up and observed the Doctors as they both looked equally hurt at Amy's slight, as well as curious.
"Interesting." The ganger Doctor said.
"What?" Amy asked, striving for nonchalant while barely looking at him.
"You definitely feel more affection for him than me." The ganger Doctor pointed out.
"No, no." Amy tried poorly to reassure. "Look, you're fine and everything, but he's the Doctor. No offense, being almost the Doctor is pretty darn impressive." She buttered him up.
The stab of pain to Rose's heart might have been her own as much as it was her Doctor's. She didn't need the bond to understand what he may have been thinking: Amy wouldn't stay if he regenerated. She may know about it, may have actually met another version of him, heard stories of others, but Amy likely wouldn't handle the change.
"Being almost the Doctor's like being no Doctor at all." The ganger Doctor said, the heartsbreak coming through in his voice. The Doctor left his copy to chat with Amy, helping Rose with the final repairs.
"Don't overreact," Amy countered.
"You might as well call me Smith." The ganger spat, and Rose reached a hand out to comfort him, slipping up under his trouser leg to caress his calf. His mind brushed against her for just a moment before becoming a tingle again, but in that flash his pain was her own.
"Yes! Communication a go-go!" The other Doctor exclaimed, standing with his fists in the air as the console hummed to life. As Cleaves and Amy rushed to the console, the Doctors knelt down to help Rose put the panels back on, passing the screwdriver back and forth to seal them.
Cleaves went about calling for help while Amy sought out Rory. Jimmy, Buzzer, and Dicken kept quiet and out of the way for the time being. The ganger Doctor went around to stand by Cleaves as she tried to connect to the mainland.
"We're just about reading you, Saint John's." A male voice came over the comm, and relief washed over the whole crew. "How are you doing? We've had all kinds of trouble here."
"Request immediate evacuation. We're under attack. The storm's affected our gangers."
"Your gangers?" The surprise on the other end was genuine, if not a bit fearful.
"Yes, our gangers. Are attacking us. We need you to takes us off the island immediately and wipe them out."
The two Doctor's looked to one another, and Rose clasped the Time Lord's hand as the other Doctor straightened and paced away. He dragged his hand across his chin, and with a squeeze, Rose stepped away from the Time Lord to comfort the ganger while Cleaves closed off communication with the mainland.
There wasn't much Rose could say to him as she took his hand. She could feel a weak thrum, stronger than the tingle, in her mind as her fingers wove between his, but she couldn't reach out to him. The ganger Doctor squeezed her hand, gave her a flicker of a smile, but said nothing and reverted to a neutral expression.
While crew did what prep they could for the evacuation, the Doctor at the console went about punching keys and pushing buttons, seating himself in a chair while Amy sat beside him.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Making a phone call." He replied. Curiously, Rose nudged his mind, and he added. "A reservation for a call. You'll see."
"Who to?" Amy asked.
"No one, yet. It's on delay." The Doctor replied.
"Right. Not getting it. Why exactly are you making a phone call?" Amy asked, leaning toward the Doctor.
"Because, Amy, I am and always will be the optimist." He said as he spun her chair, making Amy laugh joyfully. "The hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams. The wheels are in motion, done." He said as he hit one last button with flourish.
Amy's chair stopped with her facing Rose and the ganger Doctor, and she looked at him a bit coldly. "You know there can be only one." She said, just loud enough to be heard but not so loud that human ears would undoubtedly register it.
"Hmm?" The Doctor beside Amy hummed, pretending as if he hadn't heard her when the flash off annoyance in his soul said he had.
"Oh nothing. Carry on, be amazing." Amy waved it off before hissing in pain and wincing. She hunched over, clutching her sides.
"Amy, what is it?" The Doctor beside her asked, putting a hand on her back and leaning in his chair to look at her.
At the same moment, the Doctor at Rose's side dropped her hand, lifting his to his temple with a look of utter pain.
"It's nothing," She heard Amy said while she focused on the man beside her. "Just some cramps."
"It's in my head." The Doctor Rose was focused on whimpered, his face scrunching with utter sadness before he left the room.
"Hey, hold on," Jimmy called out.
"Don't let him go!" Cleaves commanded Jimmy.
"'S alright." Rose stopped Jimmy, ignoring Cleaves all together. "Let me take care of it, yeah?" She said with a nod. Jimmy glanced at the door the ganger Doctor disappeared down then gave Rose a nod.
She turned and left without a word, stepping out onto another battlement where the ganger Doctor looked out over the grounds below. He didn't say anything, but she knew by the twitch in his stance he heard her come out.
She came around the front of him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head between his hearts.
"Gonna be interesting, having both of you." She started. "Mighta wanted to run that that bit by me before you made such a major decision, but I'll manage." He didn't say anything, but his hand did come up to rest on her lower back. "Might wanna put you in a different color, though. Just enough difference that I can say 'Doctor in purple, or Doctor in blue'."
"Why?" He asked.
"Well, it's better than 'you there', or 'a' and 'b'."
"Why?" He asked again, and before Rose could betray her confusion, he pressed his forehead hard to hers, grasping her face so she couldn't look away. The thrum of his mind against hers was a bit stronger, but still not strong enough to share anything. "It's all the eyes say, 'why'? I can feel them as they work each day, knowing the time was coming for them to be thrown away again. 'Not again, please.' And then they are destroyed, and they feel death, and all they can say is 'why?'"
Rose reached up and gripped his face as fiercely as he gripped her.
"Not gonna happen to you, ya understand? Not going to toss you away."
"You didn't love the meta crisis." He reminded her.
She wished there was a stronger link between them as well so she could reassure him of her heart the same way she had for decades. But since there was no telepathic bond, just a light hum, she pulled his face to hers and kissed him, pouring all the love she felt for the Doctor into it.
It broke her heart to feel the desperation in which he returned it. Cliched as it was, it really did remind her of a man dying of thirst having finally found water. But it made sense. She hadn't shown him any unkindness, but neither had the crew who openly admitted to planning on destroying the gangers with him among them. His best friend, a woman she knew he likened to a sister, had rejected him. Rose's kiss was the first, real bout of affection he received that was his, that couldn't be interpreted as anything but what it was: love.
When he finally pulled back to let her breath, she said, "He was different. He wasn't you, not properly, not the Doctor who'd been through everything with me. He didn't share all the memories, or love, or pain I had with you. You, you are exactly him. We have been through all the same things together, save for maybe a half hour. A half hour, Doctor, is nothing with our life span."
"I may be subtly different in that respect," he said on a whisper as if he were afraid the walls would hear and betray him. "I might not regenerate. I'm not sure …. Complicated, you see." He said, nose brushing hers.
"And you might still out live us." She stroked his cheek. "You might be the same man, but maybe he stumbles and regenerates when you don't. Maybe he goes through his last lives before you finish living this one. We don't know what's in the future, but not letting you go, you understand? We make this work. Because you are the Doctor, and I love you." Rose told him, pulling him down for another kiss.
He was more gentle this time, moving his hands from her face to wrap his arms around her and hold her tightly to him. Even Rose relaxed, putting her fingers in his hair and scratching lightly.
He chuckled against her lips before pulling back. "Time and a place, Ms Tyler. Do that too much, all these new, raw nerve endings, might not make it back inside to assist in getting humans and gangers in getting along."
"Suppose." Rose said with a mock pout. "Guess I'll just have to save that for later. Along with learning how to juggle both of you."
He grimaced. "Not sure 'both' is in the cards." He said, pulling at the collar at his shirt. "Might think this is the best body I've had yet, but the thought of actually seeing … well, actually, watching might not be so …."
She slapped him on the chest, and he laughed as he stepped away to give her a chance to move along.
"Dirty old man, you are." She teased him as they headed back inside.
"You're the one who implied … what you implied." He said, and she glanced back to see his ears and cheeks on fire. He stopped. "Why?" He murmured sadly. "It's all they keep asking: why?"
"Let's go talk it out with other you." She said, reaching toward him and taking his hand. "Both your brilliant minds at work'll figure it out right quick, yeah?"
"No need." He said, "Already know what it wants. Come on, let's head in." He tugged on her hand and marched back into the tower with determination.
Rose didn't protest, letting him lead her back inside the room.
"Did you sense it?" The Doctor holding her hand asked his double as they entered.
"Briefly," The other Doctor confessed from where he sat. "Not as strong as you."
"Sensed what?" Amy asked from where she now leaned against the console, having apparently given her seat to Cleaves.
"The Flesh. It would appear I can connect to the Flesh."
"Well, considering you are the Flesh." Amy practically spat out, looking anywhere but at the Doctor with Rose.
"I'm beginning to understand what it's been through, what it needs." He continues, ignoring Amy's interjections. "It's much more powerful than we thought. The Flesh can grow, correct?" He directed the question to Cleaves.
"Its cells can divide." She affirmed cautiously.
"Well now it wants to do that at will. It wants revenge. It's in pain, angry. It wants revenge." He repeated for emphasis, stressing this point to the room.
"Doctor," Cleaves said to him, and Rose could very nearly feel the spike of hope he had at being addressed by his name. "It might be best if you stayed over there for now, hmm?" She tilted her head toward the middle of the room, a good distance away from the others.
"Hold on a minute, hold your horses." The Doctor in the chair protested. "I thought I explained this. I'm him, he's me."
"Doctor we have no issue with you, but when it comes to your ganger." Cleave sneered.
"Don't be absurd." The Doctor sitting across from her said, but Cleaves paid him no mind.
"Buzzer." She said simply, and Buzzer seemed to know exactly what she wanted. He grabbed a barrel, putting it in the middle of the room.
"Take a seat, mate." He said, giving the top a pat as he stared down the Doctor with Rose.
"Nice barrel, very comfy. Why not?" He said as he moved to the barrel, having let got of Rose's hand to do so. He straightened his bow-tie, adjusted his jacket, then sat down as he cleared his throat. He turned to Amy, not masking the betrayal as he asked. "Is this really what you want?"
She looked away, choosing not answer.
Rose glanced to the Doctor by Amy, and he smiled and gave her a nod. She then went and stood behind the other Doctor, putting her hands on his shoulders.
"Oh, that's gotta sting." Cleaves smirked. "Your wife going with your ganger."
"My wife going to me. Staying by my side as she has for the last hundred years." The Doctor across from Cleaves replied.
"Oh, come on." Amy said quietly, likely thinking Rose wouldn't hear her. "We both know she's empathetic to anyone who's a bit … different."
"Which is one of the many reasons I love her. You telling me if there were two Rory's, and one of them happened to come from Flesh, you wouldn't still love them both?"
Amy opened her mouth to reply but stopped, brow furrowing as if she hadn't really considered it.
She was saved from answering as the mainland came through with an update. With the room distracted, looking at the console, Cleaves bowed her head, messaged her temples.
Slyly, the Doctor across from her took out his sonic and gave her a quick scan, glancing at the results.
"I can't find Rory," Amy said, a bit of panic to her voice. "If rescue's on the way, I'm going out there to find him."
"We could use the sonic to track him. Humans and gangers give off slightly different signals. The sonic needs to tell the difference." He said, flicking through the settings.
"Oh, so the sonic knows gangers are different," Amy said as if the sonic proved her right in some way. "The other Doctor is different."
"The sonic can also differentiate Rose as she's a modified human. It's all about wave lengths, Amy, but he is the Doctor."
"Not to me, I can tell." She said firmly, a slight raise to her chin.
"Sure you're not prejudiced?" He countered.
"Nice try, but I know, okay? We've been through too much." She said firmly.
"And you don't think Rose has? The woman who's been by my side for three regenerations? Who has faced more things at with me than you can ever dream of? You're saying your opinion on who is and isn't the Doctor outweighs that of the only person in the Universe who …." He stopped, catching himself, the thought who knows my name filtered through the bond. Both Rose and the ganger Doctor tensed at what was nearly let slip in front of people they didn't trust. In front of an Amy who was wasn't really Amy. "Who knows me unlike anyone else?" The Doctor supplied instead.
Amy fidgeted, lips twitching like she wanted to argue but didn't know how. "You're my Doctor. End of." She said instead, turning away from both Doctors and looking at the wall. No one else would look at them either, and the Doctor slowly got up from his chair and paced the room. He took off his jacket, slinging it over his shoulder as he neared them.
"What are you two up to?" She asked. They both smirked, which only made it a bit more suspicious.
"Hey," Buzzer broke through the awkward silence in the room. "There's camera up. We've got a visual."
Amy whirled around, gripping the edge of the console. "That's Rory and Jennifer."
The second everyone was focused on the monitor, the Doctor crossed the distance between he and his counterpart in two giant, silent steps. The other Doctor stood as he did, toeing off his shoes and shrugging off his jacket. The two of them switched shoes, coats, and positions as the others tried to figure out what Rory and Jennifer were up to. With two giant steps toward them, the ganger Doctor hovered over Amy's shoulder, shrugging on his jacket.
"They're heading for the thermostatic room." Cleaves said, hers and the eyes of the whole crew on the monitor as the Doctor beside Rose put on his jacket.
"Let's go get them!" Amy said eagerly, turning to the Doctor at her side.
He grinned, turned to the Doctor and Rose, and chucked his double his screwdriver.
"Hang on," Amy protested.
"We can't let him go, are you crazy?" Cleaves added.
"Am I crazy, Sweetheart?" The Doctor by Amy and Cleaves asked with a smug grin.
"Entirely," Rose replied, smiling with her tongue between her teeth. "Means you both are, really."
"He can't go rescue them, I'm going." Amy said firmly, shifting into a challenging stance.
He mirrored it, holding her eye as he said, "I want him to go, and I'm rather adamant."
"Well then, he'll need company." Buzzer said evenly. "Right, boss? It's fine, I'll handle it."
"More the merrier." Rose said as the Doctor with her stood up. "Always can use a third pair of hands."
Buzzer looked at her nervously. "You're coming, too?"
"Why not?" She asked, crossing her arms. "Might find I'm useful."
He studied her for a moment, as if sizing her up, then smirked. "Alright, let's shift."
Rose looked toward the Doctor with Amy, sending him a reassuring smile.
"Buzzer's going to try and pull something." The Doctor beside her warned.
"Why do you think I'm going?" Rose asked him, sending the other Doctor a wink and small wave before rounding the corner and disappearing from his sight.
A/N: Hello!
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